It's really silly, that we have to play all these roles, but that's how it is and it's something that we have to go through,

but it's getting dark and the street lights come on all over the street, a couple of drinks and the ice is finally breaking.

No one wants to say it, but even though everyone is fighting it's hard to ignore the fact that our group is getting smaller. There are empty seats around the table, voices missing, a scent that used to mingle with the rest, the year that has passed has set its trails, and we see that when we're gathered around a table.

[Rasmus Seebach]

And I will love you in 1000 years, 1000 years.

And nothing will change even though time flies, time flies

Yes, I will love you in 1000 years, 1000 years

You're gone, but still near me.

[Ankerstjerne]

It's been a year since last time you were here with us, it's hard to believe, your name is still here in my phone book, as if I could just press a button and call you up, back when I could, I know I never called you enough,

so I thought I would write a letter tonight, just for you. Tell you how things have been, both the good ones and the bad. I could start off with telling you, that the day you left was beautiful, filled with flowers and friends around your grave,

and grandpa is strong, we didn't see him shed a tear, even though he had a rough year,

Camilla and my aunt have been completely devastated, I believe they are feeling a little better now, even though they are exhausted.

Peter, he left my mother, though things like that happen, he didn't handle it well and he's probably never welcome here anymore.

Mette is still here, her and I are taking care of my mother. And again, tonight, we are all gathered around a table.

[Rasmus Seebach]

And I will love you in 1000 years, 1000 years.

And nothing will change even though time flies, time flies

Yes, I will love you in 1000 years, 1000 years

You're gone, but still near me.

The last time we were gathered like this,

was in church, when we said goodbye,

and now when the lights get on and the day turns to hate, the city is slowing down, and everything becomes peaceful,

it becomes clear, that certain things never change. In a way, it's like time has been standing still, the women in my family never complain, even though they carry the world on their shoulders, chit chatting, reading magazines, always putting each other first and their lives on standby, and something tells me that they got it from you.

The year that has passed has set its trail, but you should know that we still gather around a table.